Yves automatically touched Isabelle’s shoulder as he instructed his guys, “Take Mr. Harris away.”
Two men quickly came over and stopped George in his tracks.
Isabelle spun around, narrowly dodging Yves’s move. She told George, “Grab some breakfast before you relax.”
“Sure thing,” George responded.
Yves’s face instantly grew cold.
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